Thinking of her mother's tragic death, Song Yinyin's face flushed with anger, her heart aching in waves, and her eyes quickly filled with tears of grief and indignation.
She accused, "All of this was orchestrated by you; you're the real culprit! If you hadn't schemed to deceive Yan Kejun into breaking off the engagement, my mom wouldn't have been angered to death. It's all your fault! Song Anqi, it's not too much to ask you to pay respects at her grave!"
Song Anqi sneered disdainfully, "You want me to pay respects to your mom? You're dreaming!"
"Sooner or later, I'll make you kneel and apologize to her!" Song Yinyin immediately retorted.
"You, you..." Song Anqi's face turned pale with anger.
This round of argument ended with neither side gaining the upper hand, but Lu Jihan had already seen the clues, knowing exactly who was guilty and who was innocent.
"Enough!" he shouted to stop them.
